unapologetic;

His calloused fingers seemed to light fire along Autumn’s skin, setting a slight hitch to her breath as her hips took on a life of their own and pressed carefully along his. There was a voice in the back of her mind, almost nagging her for the unusual eagerness that tinted her actions; she was so desperate to have Jamal close that she was half dry-humping him in walking distance of the club — vulnerable in a place any and all of her co-workers and managers could find her. But, having ached for him for so long, Autumn had long forsaken logic, allowing emotion to take full hold with each passionate collision of their lips. Her fingers darted up to tangle lightly in his hair, giving the locks a slight tug in appreciation of the bite to her lip. Somehow, everything he did—even things as miniscule as that—had her ache for him re-ignited and it didn’t take long for the dancer to replicate their earlier encounter with a slow grind of her hips.

His hips rose slightly, chasing after the friction she created once again. They've got it down to a science now it seems, his lips moving with more need than anything against hers as his hands find her backside once more just like back in the private room, striking it once, twice before grabbing at the flesh, kneading it in the palms of his hands. He really needed to get them to a place not the strip club parking lot, anywhere with a clean bed would do, honestly. 

Caught up in the sound of the engine and the promise lurking in its hum, Autumn nearly missed his murmured words. But, a breath or two into their embrace, her brain caught up and broke the syllables down again and again until she recognized it as his name. Jamal. Suddenly, whatever it was that had blossomed between them seemed to double, if not triple, in intensity and she wasted little time deepening the kiss as she used his grip on her waist to shuffle over the console. The driver’s seat was undoubtedly more cramped than a private booth but she hardly minded that — she wanted to be close as possible, to feel him in any way she could before the sun rose and their whirlwind affair had to come to a close. And as she settled against him with slender thighs planted on either side, Autumn couldn’t help but breathe out a shaky sigh; a test of his name for the very first time. “Mmm…Jamal.”

Large hands made home on the silky soft skin of her thighs, comfortable and brave enough to slide upwards, taking the material of her dress with them he nodded with a groan. He wasn't one of those people who absolutely hated their name, it was his name, to call him anything else (besides family nicknames) would be weird, hearing it come from those lips brought a new appreciation to the five lettered proper noun and he would do anything to hear it again and again. He couldn't think about how anything happening in the parking lot was probably risky, how the chance her leaning back and honking the horn with her back would be embarrassing, how he was too zeroed in on keeping her pressed against him that it didn't ping in his brain to take a second to adjust the seat back, none of those thoughts registered in his mind when he was relishing in the moment, catching her bottom lip between his teeth, tugging.

He didn’t even know he wanted to impress her until they were in the car and the always welcomed smugness that settled in his bones when someone complimented his choice for transportation kicked in. But it didn’t overpower the undiluted want that still made his body hum with need. It was in the air between them and even the dullest of blades could slice it like frozen butter. Steady hands patted his pockets until he found his keys and managed to get the right key into the ignition when it hit him what words she used; mystery man, he liked that but he knew he’d like something much better coming from her lips: “Its Jamal,” he whispered before the dam broke, he leaned over and kissed her, cheeks cradled between his palms. Kissing is such an intimate thing, your mouth on someone else's, being able to taste the tension among other things was a terrifying thing. Doesn't stop him from doing it, blindly reaching out to grab at her waist, he wanted her back in his lap. He wanted her close.